Walking together, hand in hand

Beneath the starless night – bland,

The two bodies, the single soul

Knew it was their ‘the last’ stroll.

The moon obscured behind the grey,

Hide and seek it seemed to play.

The pirouetting breeze, tickling the soul,

Poured out no giggles, just the dole.

Eyes shadowed with gloom profound,

Hearts with sheer melancholy drowned.

‘The last’ touch of their warm skin,

They felt with blue emotions, akin.

Hearts brimming with tears umpteen,

Yet, faces still and serene;

They were together in their moments last

And thus, won the battle vast.

Together their red lips morphed

And all the pain in the moments dwarfed;

For it was a single spirit in bodies two,

Ever inseparable, painted in the same hue.

The heaven echoed with two bullets – loud

Now, burst opened that black rain cloud

This time, poured the crimson delight,

As fell down the two bodies, clenched tight.